I was your cure…

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(You Were Killing Me)

I was your cure and you were my disease, I was saving you but you were killing me.

wonder where you are.
Please don’t come around tonight
cause I can’t stand to see you and I don’t want to fight.
Gimme one more drink and I swear I think I’ll be ready
to make the same mistakes again with you.
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Hurricane

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“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
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Echoes and Dust

I so miss the smell of your hair, the way we just fit together, the way your skin felt like silk… life is a funny turned thing… you have a great deal of things you  love one day and the next you have nothing but echoes and dust

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change

  …I don’t know exactly when I changed, or how, but I know at some point, between cutting my strings, escaping my cage, and building my wings, I set myself free. ~Unknown

quite simply, everything

I’ve not yet seen every city from a rooftop
or swam in dark seas
under many full moons.
I’ve not danced in all the streets,
I’ve hungered for
lost in crowds covered in bright fabrics
below southern suns
warming us with joy,
painting us all gold.
But I live in a body harboring an imagination
that stretches across time
and I know ecstasy exists
through imperfect flesh
and the softening within a stretch
or watching a mouth I crave
pronounce every vowel
in my name.
You see,
a girl doesn’t ignore
or forget a thing
like that.
Because I now realize
that to the primal skin
and most overflowing minds,
that the subtle things
and quiet things
are quite simply..
everything.

by: Victoria Erickson

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tell you things

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“You scare me,” he said. 

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I tell you things I can’t even tell myself.”

~Unknown

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Things I Dreamed About

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“The warmth of his skin was familiar. Languid, I could drift for hours on the ocean of his flesh. Eyes gazed down at me, so kind and friendly. Like frosty windows on a cabin with a wood stove. These were the things I dreamed about. The things I was reminded of. The things I thought of at long stoplights while listening to S. Carey. This was what my being ached for…”

~Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses

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She wanted everything, but settled for nothing

“She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing.”

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She Took Anything She Wanted With a Smile

“She was fierce, she was strong, she wasn’t simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was ok. And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best.

She was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.”
R.M. Drake

Pieces of her heart

She left pieces of her
life behind her
everywhere
she went.

It’s easier
to feel the
sunlight
without them,
she said.
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completely fallen

I have completely fallen for you. Everything you do, everything you say, everything you are. You’re my first thought in the morning, you’re my last thought before I fall asleep, and you’re almost every thought in between.

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Words cease to exist

The eyes are one of the

most powerful tools a

woman can have.

With one look, she

can relay the most

intimate message.

After the connection

is made, words

cease to exist.

Jennifer Salaiz

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All of you

“I want the parts that you’ve tried to

throw away–the parts that you were

convinced no one could ever love.”

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tangled

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My black hair tangled As my own tangled thoughts, I lie here alone, Dreaming of one who has gone, Who stroked my hair till it shone.

Yosano Akiko

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all or nothing

 

“She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing.”

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